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I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS BUT, IT’S COLD. MY BROTHER AND I ARE HUDDLING TOGETHER FOR COMFORT. I TOLD HIM TO PLACE HIS HANDS INTO MY SHIRT AND I GAVE HIM MY SOCKS FOR MORE HEAT. MY TOES HAVE BEGUN TO GO TO SLEEP, AND HURT A LITTLE BIT. BUT AS LONG AS MY BROTHER IS OK, I AM FINE.
WHEN ARE WE GOING TO GO HOME? HE ASKED ME. DAVID I SAY, THAT’S THE NEW NAME GIVEN TO HIM. THIS IS OUR HOME. NO IT’S NOT HE SAYS. THE CAMERON’S ARE OUR PARENT’S NOW DAVID. STOP SAYING THAT IT’S NOT TRUE. PARENTS DON’T LOCK THEIR CHILDREN UP UNDER HOUSES’. I AM SURE THERE ARE SOME PARENTS WHO DO THAT DAVID. MARIE SHUT UP! HE CRIES.
IF YOU 2 WANT BREAKFAST TODAY, YOU WILL BOTH STOP TALKING LIKE THAT. DO YOU HEAR ME? YES MISSES CAMERON. THAT IS NOT WHAT YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO CALL ME. YES MOM WE BOTH SAY. NOW I AM GOING TO UNLOCK THIS DOOR. I WANT YOU BOTH TO GO UP STAIRS AND GET INTO THE BATH THAT I HAVE PREPARED FOR YOU.

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